"Shut up, I don't suck at anything." Chen Yu slipped on his gloves and, accompanied by the white-coated Transcendent, approached the operating table looking it over, "Doctor, how do you connect this thing? Do we use a Band-Aid to stick it?"
The plump neighbor: "..."
The white-coated Transcendent: "Use glue."
"Oh, is it that simple?" Chen Yu, suddenly enlightened, turned to the white coat and extended his hand, "Hand me a few bottles of glue."
The white coat, shocked: "Sir, are you serious?"
Chen Yu, puzzled: "What else?"
"I... I thought you were joking with me. So I played along with the joke."
"What's wrong with you." Chen Yu became angry, pointing at the plump neighbor and scolding, "The patient is in such pain, waiting for our medical treatment, and you still have the mood to joke around with me?"
"Yu," the plump neighbor, pale-faced, sat up, "Maybe let him do it."
